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All have their fooleries—not alike are thine,

Fair Cadiz, rising o'er the dark blue sea!89 Soon as the Matin bell proclaimeth nine, Thy Saint-adorers count the Rosary: Much is the Virgin teased to shrive them free (Well do I ween the only virgin there) From crimes as numerous as her beadsmen be; Then to the crowded circus forth they fare: Young, old, high, low, at once the same diversion share.